Flat, and silvery, and drab, Thoughts unbidden come to mind. All I've had, and all I have: All I seek, but never find -- This is what I've grown to be. Always searching, Percival -- But in weakness, failing; hoping God above is Merciful
Flat, and silvery, and drab, Thoughts unbidden come to mind. All I've had, and all I have: All I seek, but never find -- This is what I've grown to be. Always searching, Percival -- But in weakness, failing; hoping God above is Merciful
